Hands chords

Fm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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_ _ If I could tell Db the world just one thing Ab it would be that we're all Eb okay _ .
Fm And not to worry, Db cause worry is Ab wasteful and useless in times like Eb these.
Fm I _ won't be Db made useless, _ Ab _ won't be Eb idled with despair.
_ Fm I'll gather myself Db around my faith, Ab the light's the darkness Eb most feared.
_ Ab _ Eb My hands Bbm are small I know, Ab but they're Eb not yours, Db they are my own.
Ab But they're Eb not yours, Bbm they are my own Ab and Eb I am never Fm _ broken.
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_ Cm _ _ Fm _ _ Poverty _ Db stole your golden shoes, Ab it didn't steal Eb your laughter.
_ _ Fm _ And heartache Db came to visit me, Ab but I knew it was Eb never after.
_ Fm _ We will Db fight, not out of spite, Ab but someone must stand Eb up for what's right.
Fm Cause where this man has no voice, there Ab I shall Eb see.
_ _ Ab _ Eb My hands Bbm are small I know, Ab but they're Eb not yours, Db they are my own.
Ab But they're Eb not yours, Bbm they are my own Ab and I Eb am never Fm _ broken.
_ Ab In _ Eb the _ end, Fm _ only Db kindness _ _ Ab matters _ .
In Eb the _ end, Fm _ only Db kindness _ matters _ _ _ .
_ Fm _ _ _ _ G _ Db _ _ .
_ Ab _ _ _ _ Eb _ _ .
I Fm _ will get Db down on my knees, Ab _ and I Eb will pray _ .
_ Fm _ _ _ _ Db _ _ _ .
Eb _ Ab _ _ _ _ Eb _ _ _ .
Ab My _ Eb hands Bbm are small I know, Ab but they're Eb not yours, Db they are my Ab own.
But they're Eb not yours, Bbm they are my own Ab and I Eb am never Fm broken _ .
_ Ab _ Eb My hands Bbm are small I know, Ab but they're Eb not yours, Db they are my Ab own.
But they're Eb not yours, Bbm they are my own Ab and I Eb am never Fm broken _ .
_ Ab We Eb are Db never _ Eb _ .
Fm broken.
_ We _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ Db _ _ G _ .
Fm _ _ _ _ are _ Eb _ .
G golden, _ Fm _ _ Db _ _ Fm _ .
_ golden, _ _ Db _ _ _ .
Fm golden.
_ We Db are _ Fm _ .
golden, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ golden, _ _ _ _ _ golden.
_ We Db are _ Fm _ .
golden _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ Db _ _ Cm _ .